Sitting in his chair, a classic piece of art
With silver hair and another man's heart
He's not the giant who whipped and blasted my
Sisters, my brothers, and me
The Navy piss-and-vinegar from years back
Were buried at sea
But do not throw the box that the soap came in away
If you try to take his pine-sol
And make his take his pills he'll say
I am not done yet!
With a shake of my fist and a twist
I complain about the government
My remote control is my pistol
My horse is my easy chair
I am the mighty old man
His rack of slacks is now two pairs of sweat pants
His Frank Sinatra has become a George Burns
But what he is defies my pen and outlasts his
Bones and his skin
A St. Augustine Marlon Brando
King Kong American man
A clement Captain Bly, a cranky Mr. Christian
Here to stay
If you try to take his lawn mower
And make him go to sleep he'll say
I am not done yet!
With a shake of my fist and a twist
I complain about the government
My remote control is my pistol
My horse is my easy chair
I am the mighty old man
I am not done yet!
With a shake of my fist and a twist
I complain about the government
I will not be moved!
If you bring me my food
I'll take care of myself
I'm the mighty old man
I am not done yet!
With a shake of my fist and a twist
I complain about the government
My remote control is my pistol
My horse is my easy chair
I am the mighty old man